Tuesday, 27 August 2013

464

“Nao, not silly. But just because Oi pick up a blaoke an’ we
do the daid doesn’t mean I love him.
That Oi’m his friend.”

“You love Tom.”

“Yeah. But Tom took me off the straits. He saved me. He saved moi loife. And yeah, we fuck. Nao. Oi’m wrong.
We make love. Loik you and Oi
do.”

Esmé didn’t speak.

“Moi mum and dad were the one-marriage toipe. Ya knaow, faithful until
daith. But they didn’t love each other.”

“My parents didn’t either. I think mum was in love with dad. But she was so frightened of him. And he didn’t love her. He was a narcissist.”

“Your dad was a cunting prick and
I hope every minute of his loife is a torment and agony. But that’s not the point, Ezz. You can have the form of the ideal,
marriage. But maybai not the
reality. What matters is that ya love
each other.”